I woke up to the loud ring of my phone that morning and rolling my eyes, I silently cursed the person who was waking me up so early, especially when the sleep was entering gear five. It had rained throughout the night and the clouds were still dark, definitely heavy with more rain. I loved mornings like this because I had the chance to sleep in for much longer. Actually, there was no difference, it’s not like I ever had to wake up early for anything anyway.
I didn’t have a job, matter of fact, I didn’t need one. My husband made enough money to sponsor my lifestyle, so there was absolutely no need for me to toil or break my french tips in the name of earning a living. The only job I did, was make myself pretty for my husband so he could show me off to his friends. They would look at him with jealousy filled eyes and at me, with plenty of lust. My husband didn’t mind and neither did I, I loved being the centre of attention.

Speaking of my husband, we didn’t have such a great relationship. In fact, we only talked when I wanted money and he wanted sex. Initially, I had made effort to improve our relationship but when he wasn’t reciprocating, I gave up. I couldn’t kill myself now, could I? I was still with him because of all the money, definitely not the sex.

The sex was not…

My phone rang again, interrupting my thoughts. I sighed as I picked it up from my bedside drawer. I had a good mind to tell whoever it was off, even if it was my husband but as soon as I saw it was Fa’a calling, my heart melted. I quickly chastised myself for not picking up before and pressed the green button on my screen immediately.

“Good morning Fa’a.” I mouthed sweetly.

“Morning Wangi, how was your night?” He asked.

“Would have been better if I was in your arms.” I said boldly.

“I’m sorry, what?” He asked, obviously pretending not to have heard what I said.

“It was fine.” I replied.

The line went silent for a few seconds.

“Great. I was wondering if I could see you today? I want us to talk.” He told me.

“I hope there’s no problem?” I sounded concerned.

“Not really, we just need to clear the air on a few things.”

“Okay then. Is 8pm good for you?” I asked him.

“Yes, 8pm is fine. Meet me at Southern Sun, I’ll make a reservation.”

Excuse me??? Did he just say I should meet him? He didn’t even have the decency to offer to pick me up and wait for me to decline. Then I remembered that I had told him the day before not to pick me up.

“Na me fuck up.” I said to myself.

“I’ll be ready at 7:30 Faraji, pick me up.” It was more or less an instruction.

I didn’t let him say another word before I hung up. This Faraji had lost all his manners, the girl he was dating had probably given him a long rope, that’s why he thinks he can extend it to me, nonsense.

I lay in bed and started playing with my phone. Sleep had cleared from my eyes thanks to the call I had received and I was now wide awake. It took roughly twenty minutes to go through all the notifications on my phone and when I was done with that, I was bored. I was too lazy to drag myself out of bed and take a shower, so I lowered my back, lay down and let my mind travel back to the insane horniness that had hit me the previous night.

The cold air had sent chills down my spine and I was home alone, doing nothing but reminiscing about Fa’a and I. I missed him, him and his big cock.

My husband and I had good sex, for him, maybe great. Deyemi was an energetic lover. He made sure that I had at least one orgasm almost every time that we made love. I’m not sure if he was actually taking my satisfaction into consideration because to me it seemed more like a thing of pride for him.

But the major problem was that Deyemi’s cock is only 6 inches long, and not very thick. Why was that a problem? It was a problem because I had been used to taking Faraji’s large cock and I hadn’t adapted to his smaller one yet. I had a very strong, uncontrollable desire to suck and fuck a large cock again and seeing Faraji that Sunday night only heightened my need.

I needed his cock in my pussy, pounding away and making me beg him to let me cum. I needed him to take control of my body like he had done years before. Knowing Faraji, telling him I wanted only sex wasn’t going to cut it for him. Faraji is extremely emotional and he attaches emotions to everything, especially sex. So the only way to get him to fuck me, was to make him believe that I was still madly in love with him.

As I thought about Faraji and my insatiable need, I became horny again. I could feel my pussy get moist in between my legs and I couldn’t hold myself back from reaching for it. I flicked my clit, left, right as images of Fa’a on top my naked body flashed in my head, gosh it felt so good.

Lifting my fingers to my mouth, i licked the tips three times to get them wet and I returned them back to my pussy. This time, rubbing on my clit in circular motions. I rubbed and rubbed as I thought of Faraji’s long tongue devouring my glory hole. How deep his tongue would go and lick every corner of my walls before ramming his cock into me. My pussy clenched involuntarily at the thought of that and I could feel an orgasm building up but I stopped rubbing abruptly and dragged myself out of bed. I needed to put an end to the torture. So I made a firm resolve to get Faraji into my bed that night, either by hook or by crook.

The day went by slowly, too slow for my liking. I had planned the perfect seduction and I couldn’t wait to execute it. I had told the security man to take the night off, even the cook and house help too. I gave each of them ten thousand naira to facilitate their little break. No amount was too much to spend in a venture that had a lot of potential.

“Madam, only you go dey this house alone? You no go fear?” my cook seemed genuinely concerned.

“Don’t worry Atim, I’ll be fine. Just go and visit you mother and spend enough time with her. After tomorrow, you may not have another break for a long time.” I said.

“Okay ma, thank you ma.” She left my room.

At 5:30pm, all my employees had left the house except the gardener who was watering the flowers. He didn’t live in my compound so he would find his way when he was through.

I waxed myself smooth and made sure no strand of hair was left around my pussy. Thereafter, I proceeded to have a long bath, scrubbing every inch of my body with expensive body wash. I had to smell inviting enough if I wanted to easily trap Fa’a. After my shower, I applied make up on my face, contouring my cheekbones to perfection and making sure I was glowing as much as the sun. At 7pm, I was through with my make up and I went into my closet to pick out what to wear. It had to be something inviting, something daring, that complimented my bright red lips. I finally found a black body suit that had a few crisscrosses across the plunging neckline and an extremely low back that stopped at my hips.

I took on last look at myself in the mirror as I drenched myself in my bottles of perfume, I looked good enough to eat. I wore my six inch red bottoms, threw on a short silk robe, made my way down the stairs to the living room and poured myself a drink from the bar. Glass in hand, I went to to the gate and opened it, knowing Faraji would show up at any time, I didn’t want to be doing security job in six inch heels.

I was downing my second glass of whiskey when my phone rang, it was Faraji. I didn’t pick up the first time because I wasn’t moved to. I wanted to keep him waiting, even though I was ready for him. He called again almost immediately and I picked up at the last ring. He told me he was at my gate and asked me to come outside.

“Come in Faraji, the gate is open.” I said lazily.

As usual, I hung up before he could answer. I didn’t give him the chance to reply because frankly, I didn’t have time on my hands. I was too horny to start a back and forth argument with him on why he needed to come in first before we went out.

In about five minutes, there was a loud knock on my front door. I stood up and adjusted my robe to make sure my cleavage was in full view. I went to the door and opened it slowly, leaning on the edge with my side.

“Hi Fa’a.” I said seductively.

His big eyes opened up as he stared at me in shock. I knew he was trying to find words to say but he couldn’t express himself with me in front of him.

“You’re not ready.” He said quietly.

I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement but I couldn’t be concerned. I pulled his arm and dragged him inside while shutting the door.

“Come have a drink with me.” I led him into the living room.

He followed whilst making little efforts to protest.

“I already made an 8pm reservation,” He muttered, “we’ll be late.” He sank into the chair I pushed him into.

“Oh Fa’a, the reservation can wait.” I walked to the bar and grabbing a glass and my half bottle of whiskey, I walked back to him.

Backing him, I bent over to reach the low coffee table to pour him a drink. My small robe had rode up to give a nice view of my round butt cheeks. I stayed in that position for a while longer and even spread my legs slightly to give Faraji a nice view of my fat mound covered in the tiny material of my body suit. I was sure he was enjoying his view as he hadn’t moved or uttered a word.

I picked up the two glasses and straightening myself up, I handed him his glass and sat down bedside him on the sofa, not forgetting to undo the belt of my robe before that.

“So you said you wanted to talk to me about something?” I sipped my whiskey.

Faraji took a big gulp from his glass before he started talking.

“Yes, I wanted to talk about us.” He said.

“Us? What about us?” I ran my free hand through the curls in my hair as I bit my lip seductively. All the while, maintaining eye contact with Fa’a.

Fa’s took a deep breath and replied,

“Wangi, in as much as I really miss you, I don’t think anything can work between us. I just proposed to my girlfriend last night and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize my engagement for anything in the world.” He said weakly.

“Not even for me?” I batted my lashes.

“You’re a married woman Wangi, I don’t think anything should be happening between us.” He muttered.

I placed my free hand on my chest and used my pink nails to trace circles around my cleavage.

“You don’t think so?” I asked him, maintaining eye contact.

He was obviously lost for words. His penis was already betraying him as I could see the rock hard cock, trying to break free from the thin material of his pants. His cock had almost risen into the giant dick I wanted so badly and I was excited. All I had to do was fuck him with my mouth and get that baby to full erection.

“Listen Wangi, I… I…” He was losing control because of the light strokes I was giving his cock.

“You what?” I asked innocently still maintaining eye contact, this time, increasing contact with his cock.

He looked down at his penis and I could see confusion in his eyes. He was definitely enjoying what I was doing to him but at the same time, angry at his cock for betraying him so easily.

I dropped my glass on the table and continued caressing it, whilst watching Faraji’s eyes roll into his head as my soft hand touched his cock through his pants.

“Wan…” he licked his lips and took a deep breath, trying hard to ignore the feeling of my hand.

“Wangi… you, umm your hand…” Fa’a tried to protest. I ignored him and dropping to my knees, I began to unzip his pants.

Grabbing the waist band of his pants, I smiled up at him and pulled them down around his legs.

“I know how much you’ve missed me so keep quiet and enjoy this.”

Grabbing his white underwear, I tugged them down over his hips. Licking my lips as I came face to face with my trophy cock.

“Hello old friend.” I muttered and looked up at Fa’a who looked helpless.

He watched my lips part and my dainty tongue dart out licking the tip and causing his legs to tremble. I slid the soft silky head between my lips, keeping my teeth well back for now. I felt his cock stiffen even more as the wet moistness of my mouth engulfed it.

Faraji watched as my lips covered his cock and in a split second, his hands reached down, cupping my head and grabbing fistfuls of my hair as his hips started to move, shoving more of his huge cock in and catching me by surprise, one from which I recovered quickly.

“Suck my cock, make me cum in your mouth.” I heard Faraji groan much to my excitement. This was the sexual god I knew, I had unleashed him.

My pussy was instantly wet as I heard Faraji talk dirty to me. Gosh! I had missed this, I had missed him.

I intensified my sucking and head movement as I felt his cock stiffen in my mouth. I began deep throating, just the way he liked it and I could hear his groans as his cock erupted in my mouth. It caught me by surprise as Faraji never came so quickly in the past. As a matter of fact, I almost choked on the amount of cum that hit the back of my throat but I recovered quickly and gulped it down in ecstasy, whimpering and sucking him dry.

When he had shot all his cum down my throat, he let go of my head and lifted me up, causing my robe to slip down my arms. He kicked his pants away and now clad in only my body suit, he pulled me to the closest wall. When I had rested my back, he wasted no time on pushing his tongue into my mouth. We kissed with desire, hunger, lust and passion.

My hand slid down his torso and rested on his shaft. I stroked it hard enough to feel it growing again. My heart was palpitating with sexual excitement as I stroked his rock hard length.

We broke out of the kiss and he slid his hands down to my breasts. He felt it through the lace material of my body suit. I stopped stroking his cock and quickly slid the straps of the bodysuit down my arms and returned back to stroking. Faraji tugged at the bodysuit till it exposed my breasts in their full glory. He looked at them with longing before lowering his head and putting his mouth on one nipple. He kissed it lightly and started to suck while flicking the other between his fingers. It felt so good and I let out soft moans in approval of the pleasure he was giving me.

His hand moved from flicking my nipple and slid down my stomach firmly. I gulped excitedly, knowing fully well that we were at the point of no return, as his strong fingers deftly stroked the lace covered mound of my waxed pussy. An electric charge surged through my body as his magic like touch increased my arousal.

He moved the material away from my mound, posing my naked pussy to the elements and his majestic fingertips. One of his fingers slid along the length of my smooth slit as two other fingers tenderly tickled my labia. His middle finger slid inside my pussy, causing me to gasp as his finger rotated inside me. His thumb was pressing down on my clitoris as he manipulated my pussy like an expert.

I felt my hips rotating and moving slowly, pressing my pussy against his masterful fingers. He was working my pussy expertly, making me crave his hard length deep inside my so far faithful pussy. I knew he would be inside me in minutes, making my unfaithfulness inevitable. I’d never wanted a cock so much as the one I was stroking sensually.

My breathing more of a snorting and panting as I smirked arrogantly,

“Fuck me!”

My bodysuit was already pulled to one side like some lust crazed slut about to partake in a one night stand. I let go of his hard cock. Nestling between my very wet pussylips, he crouched slightly, then pushed upwards. I caught my breath as his cock eased its way inside my tight hot pussy. I had finally gotten what I wanted, what I craved, what I missed. We both began to rock our hips gently as his hard cock stretched my cunt open. I was panting almost delirious with desire, as his wonderful cock slid in and out of cheating hole.

His lips grazed my nipple as he took my left nipple between his teeth. Gently nibbling on the erect flesh, he closed his lips around my nipple and began to suck delicately. My orgasm was only seconds away as I increased the pace.

“I’ll lick it up till your cock is clean.” I panted like a lust crazed porn star.

My ex-boyfriend withdrew his cock, placing his left hand over the domed head.

I knelt before him instantly, placing the underside of his cock on my bottom lip, just in time for the first powerful spurt of cum to splash inside my mouth.

About five powerful shots of cum shot inside my mouth, followed by at least a dozen convulsions as his cock emptied completely into my mouth. My tongue circled his sensitive glands as I cleaned every drop of cum off his cock as promised. I maintained eye contact as my tongue swirled around his dick and domed head. He looked down at me and a small smile crossed his lips, my tongue still pleasuring him with my tits and pussy still on display.

“I’m going to need this cock regularly!” I sniggered and gently grazed my teeth along his receding length.

I wasn’t done with Faraji yet as I intended to ride him with all the strength I had left. Just as I pulled Fa’a up, we heard a sound, one that sent cold chills down our spines, it was definitely all over.

The air conditioner was blowing at a cold sixteen degrees but heavy beads of sweat dropped down my face immediately Lenka demanded for an explanation. Had my bubble already burst? Did she hear me talking to Wangi? What was she going to say? Was she going to get furious and cancel our engagement? In truth, that would be a relief for me because everything was happening so fast.

One minute I was trying to rekindle an old flame with a married ex-girlfriend and the next minute, my girlfriend had moved up the relationship chain to fiancée and was already planning a wedding. It was too much for me to take in. I loved Lenka, but I just needed things to go a bit slower, for my sanity at least.

I rose my head gently and looked at Lenka’s face, searching for clues to what she was asking about. She didn’t look like someone who had just found out her man was talking to his ex-girlfriend. She looked relaxed, with her eyebrows raised inquisitively. I relaxed a little, almost sure that she hadn’t caught me. Then I remembered who Lenka is, the slow poison. She was not the type who would react immediately. She would take her time and analyze all the facts of a situation before she reacted. I found that trait strange because no normal human being is like that. I mean if person vex you, you go para immediately before you even have the chance to think about whether you reacted properly or not. It’s just a normal thing with every human but not Lenka. If you did or said something that annoyed her, she would stare at you for a few seconds and start asking you one million questions. It’s only after you answer those questions that she would react and most of the times, she didn’t even react. She would just say,

“Okay, let’s talk it out.”

The few times that she reacted, I had to beg and beg on my knees for days before she started talking to me. Whenever we reconciled, she’d say she wasn’t very angry. She was extremely slow to anger and many times, I had imagined what would happen the day she would get extremely angry, all hell would break loose.

I thought about it again at that moment and I started sweating profusely again. This girl was going to kill me if she found out I had asked Wangi out on a date, talk less if she found out that I canceled my proposal to her because of Wangi. She would put me in a body bag and ship straight to the devil via DHL Express.

Since she was not going to drop the bomb so easily, I proceeded to ask her what it was as calmly as possible, so she wouldn’t read the guilt boldly written on my face.

“What explanation?”

“Why did you tell your mother that I wasn’t ready to settle down? What made you come to that conclusion?” She asked.

I heaved a sigh of relief, grateful that nature had deemed it right for me to still be counted among the living.

“Oh that! I just told her that so she would leave me alone, she was like a bone in my throat.”

“I see.” She nodded slowly.

I searched her face to see if she would give any expression that showed she believed my excuse. While I was on that, her phone rang. She picked it up and looked at the screen, rolling her eyes as she hit the answer button.

“Aunty Eikan.” I heard her say, with a fake smile on her face, as if her aunt was seeing her face.

I looked at her and tried to ask with my eyes why her aunt was calling her at that time of the night.

“No aunty, it’s not like that. It just happened about an hour ago.” She was explaining into the phone.

I had forgotten for a split second that the news of our engagement was still spreading so even family members who didn’t keep up with us were bound to call that night or the next morning. My family members were not already calling because it had not gotten to their ears yet.

My mother had texted me a few minutes before not to tell any of our family members till my father gave his blessings. I wondered why because my father had met Lenka on a few occasions and he was aware of our relationship. He had even teased her one time, asking her how she was going to cope with my snoring when we got married.

“It’s a family trait so it’s definitely going to happen every night.” He had said.

“I’ll cope sir, I’m already getting used to it.” She said and we all laughed.

I was more than willing to obey my mother’s instruction because I was still getting used to the idea that I was almost somebody’s husband and I couldn’t handle everyone going crazy over it just immediately.

I stood up and excused myself because knowing Lenka’s aunt Eikan, if she knew I was in the vicinity, she would ask to talk to me and I wasn’t in the mood to talk to another person that night.

I climbed the stairs and walked into my room. My body hit the bed as I slumped into it and taking my phone out of the pocket, I looked through all the congratulatory messages I had received. They were everywhere: Instagram, Twitter, Snapchat, SMS, Telegram, WhatsApp, name it. It’s amazing how you forget that you know so many people till something like this happens. People I hadn’t spoken to in ages were contacting me to congratulate me. It didn’t help that Lenka was sort of a popular business coach on Instagram. She had many followers, which included some people that knew me but didn’t know she was my girlfriend. I had gotten a number of mentions because of the photo of us she had just posted and tagged me in. People were saying they didn’t even know she was dating anybody. They now proceeded to my page to drop ‘congratulations’ on my previous photos.

“Arrgh, don’t these people sleep?” I grumbled to myself.

I was about to drop my phone when Derin’s iMessage popped up on my phone. I had forgotten that I was supposed to call him back and he was reminding me in his usual sarcastic tone.

“Mr fiancé, are you going to call me back today abi after your wedding?” The message read.

I smiled to myself and shook my head. There was no chance that Derin was going to change soon.

I went to my speed dial and dialed his number. He didn’t pick up the first time. The phone rang and rang but he didn’t answer. I was starting to vex. This was someone who had texted me three seconds ago. So where had he gone?

I called again one last time but not before promising myself not to call again if he didn’t answer.

“Finally!” I said immediately he picked up.

“Thank you o, thank you for deciding to call back.” He said.

“Sorry Derin, it’s been a little crazy here, you don’t even understand.”

“I cannot understand now, I cannot. After all, I am not the one who proposed without the knowledge of his best friend.” He shaded.

“My guy, the entire thing happened so fast. It was Farida that convinced me to do it.”

“Na wa o.” He exclaimed. “I hope you reported yourself to Farida before you did this grand gesture.”

“Of course not! Do you want her to kill me?” I asked him.

“Ol’ boy, your life is getting more complicated by the minute.” He said with mock pity.

“Tell me about it!” I groaned and proceeded to tell him about Wangi’s call.

“Did she forget that somebody kept her in his house as a wife abi what? Which one is I want you again?” Derin said.

“I honestly don’t know what to do about this entire situation. Everything is happening so fast.” I sighed.

“Shebi I warned you not to go on that date but you refused to listen to me. Now just see.” Derin lamented.

“Derin I need practical solutions abeg, not chastising.”

“My friend better call her and tell her you’re about to marry a more deserving person. After that block her and delete her number so that you can focus on planning your wedding. Things will go from bad to worse if you keep her around for much longer.” He advised.

Derin was making sense. It was very risky for me to keep communicating with Wangi, knowing that I was getting married and she was also somebody’s wife. If things spiraled out of control between us, it would be extremely disastrous.

My head was telling me to listen to Derin and let go but my heart was telling me otherwise. I still wanted her around. I missed her so much and knowing that the feeling was mutual, I was extremely tempted to keep in touch with her.

There and then, I knew I had to decide whether to follow my heart or listen to the voice of reason in my head.

“Hello Derin.” I said

“So we’re on the same page abi?” He asked me.

I replied in affirmative and told Derin what I had decided, a decision he cried foul on immediately he heard it.

Just then, my phone beeped, there was another call waiting. It was my elder sister, Mosha who lived in Abuja with her husband. She had been asking me when Faraji and I were going to settle down and I was so glad that I finally had an answer to give. I told Derin I was going to call her back and before she could say another word, I ended the call.

I answered my sister’s call and she screamed loudly immediately I picked up. I laughed and laughed as I listened to her sing a wedding song in Swahili.

When she was done, I screamed,

“Your girl is getting married.”

“Hatimaye! It’s been a long time coming. Have you told mummy?” She asked.

I told her I had sent my mom pictures but knowing her, she would be sleeping like a log of wood and won’t see the pictures till the next morning. We both laughed because we knew who our mother was, a woman renowned for sleeping.

“I’m so happy Mo. I can’t wait to start planning the wedding.” I told her.

“I already started planning it in my head Lenka.” She told me.

I laughed again.

“It’s not even your wedding Mo, chill.” I said.

“It’s as much mine as it’s yours baby.” She told me. “So let’s start, where would you like to get married? Here? Kenya? Or maybe Paris.”

Mosha was my only sister and she was the more outgoing one of all my father’s children. Our two brothers were nonchalant about almost everything, except women and money. As for me, I was the introverted one, the one they had to force to socialize. When Faraji and I started dating, Mosha asked me how I had managed to get him since I was always at home.

Mosha was the one in the family who was in charge of everything. She would decide on her own what she wanted us to do as a family and trust her to enforce it on everybody, daddy inclusive. My father started calling her mummy GO when she single handedly picked holiday dates, destination and a full itinerary for my parents’ anniversary some years back. So knowing her, this wasn’t going to be different. Luckily for me, she had moved to Abuja so she would only be able to plan over the phone. I was still going to be able to do what I wanted whether it pleased her or not.

We talked about wedding destinations in and outside the country, we discussed the wedding dress, cake, make up, hair, everything. I told her I didn’t want anybody wearing asoebi to my wedding.

My mother is from Edo state and her sisters are the loudest set of people I knew. She had six sisters and one brother and they all liked activity. If they heard that I was engaged that night, my aunt Eikan would start sourcing for asoebi in Balogun market the next morning. For that reason, I didn’t want them knowing about early because knowing them, they would take over the wedding. I made a mental note to text my mother not to tell any of her sisters yet till I told her to.

As I was making all the plans with Mo, Fa’a walked up to me and stood in front of me. I looked up, smiled at him and continued talking on the phone.I noticed he was still staring at me so I paused the conversation and asked him if anything was wrong. He signaled for me to end the call so he could tell me what the problem was.

“Hello.” I heard Mo say.

I put the phone back on my ear and rose a finger to signal him to wait for me to finish talking on the phone. I continued talking to Mo about the wedding, telling her the things I wanted to happen at the wedding and the things I didn’t want.

All of a sudden, Faraji snatched my phone from me and ended the call abruptly. I asked him why he did that and he started asking me why many people knew about our engagement. I was confused, was it a secret? Isn’t good news supposed to be shared with friends? I asked him why he had a problem with people hearing about it then he went ahead to say,

“I’m not saying people shouldn’t know about our engagement but don’t you think it’s too early for everyone to be finding out? I can understand family but not your friends who you haven’t spoken to in months tagging me on Instagram to say congratulations.”

I was wondering how the gist had reached Instagram with all those tags already then I remembered the kind of friends I had. Social media crazy people, who will put gist on Instagram immediately they hear it. But I couldn’t let Faraji blame me for it so I told him I had told only three people, three loudmouthed people for that matter.

He looked at me and sank into the chair next to me. He looked like something was wrong. He didn’t seem to be happy that we were going to get married, rather he was worried, but I couldn’t tell what he was worried about.

I didn’t want anything to change my mood so I didn’t bother asking him what the problem was. Then I remembered that I was supposed to ask him why he had told his mother I wasn’t ready to settle down.

“You know that you owe me an explanation, right?” I said to him.

He looked up at me and started sweating profusely, like he was guilty of something?

“What explanation?” He asked me calmly.

“Why did you tell your mother that I wasn’t ready to settle down? What made you come to that conclusion?” I asked.

He heaved a sigh and said,

“Oh that. I just told her that so she would leave me alone, she was like a bone in my throat.”

“I see.” I nodded.

Just then, my phone rang again. I picked it up and looked at the caller. At that instant, I knew there was going to be trouble.

I looked at the door and walked back to it to make sure Lenka was not lurking around and eavesdropping.

“Hello.” I was almost whispering.

“How are you? Did you already get home?” She asked.

“Yes I did.” I answered the stupid question she asked because I was definitely more stupid to even be talking to her.

“Ok. I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”

My normal reaction to that would have being to ask her if I was a baby and if whether she would have being able to do something if I wasn’t but I simply thanked her for her concern because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

She asked me why I was answering her with straight jacket responses.

“Is anything the matter? Did I do something wrong?” She asked worriedly.

“No no, you didn’t.” I assured her.

I walked back to the door and opened it slightly to see what Lenka was doing. Luckily she was on the phone so I could still spend a minute or two talking to Wangi.

“Alright then. I just wanted to say thank you for the date. Tonight brought back beautiful memories of our past and that kiss left me wanting more, wanting to feel your skin close to mine again, to be cuddled in your arms all night like there’s no tomorrow. I still love you Fa’a and I want you.” She said without mincing words.

I was confused. Didn’t she say she was already married? How could she now be telling me that she still loved and wanted me?

I knew I was the one who got myself into this mess and I had hoped that Wangi would have being the sensible one between both of us to curtail it. But now, I didn’t know who was more foolish, me or her.

When she told me she was married at the cafe, I was slightly relieved because at least, I would be forced to retreat even if I didn’t want to. Then when I dropped her at home and she leaned to kiss me, I thought she was just caught in the moment and it was a mistake so I didn’t think too much of it. After all, as she’s somebody’s wife now, it won’t work. But with what she was telling me right now, she had clearly lost her senses.

I was the one left with the small sense to put this whole madness to an end, seeing that I had just proposed to Lenka and she was already someone else’s wife. You would think that I used that small sense and told her off immediately but noooooo, I didn’t.

“Are you there?” She interrupted my thoughts.

“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” I finally spoke up. “I’m in the middle of a family emergency.”

“Sure thing, good night.” She said and hung up.

I had thrown away another opportunity to send her packing. Instead of telling her immediately that I was engaged and nothing could ever happen with us, I gave her the impression that there was small hope and knowing Wangi, she would start building castles in the air.

The situation was getting messier by the second and I was just there, adding fuel to fire, leading somebody’s wife on and making my own fiancée believe that everything was well. My spirit was willing but my flesh, particularly my libido was very weak. That kiss in the car had sent a million signals to my penis and it grew with every twitch of our tongues. Thank God it didn’t burst through my pants because that would have being all the green light Wangi needed to ride me to oblivion there and then.

A call from Derin interrupted my thoughts and I had never been happier to hear from him.

“Guy, I was just going to call you.” I said immediately I picked up the phone.

“You were just going to call me after the whole world has heard? Na wa for you o.” He sounded offended.

“I don’t understand. What are you saying?” I asked him.

“Derin just sent me a picture of Lenka’s engagement ring.” He said. “So you finally decided to propose and didn’t tell me anything.”

“It just happened now now. How did Derin hear?” I asked in shock.

“Is it me you’re asking that yeye question?” He retorted.

I walked out of the kitchen and met Lenka still sitting on the couch, talking excitedly to someone.

“Your girl is getting married.” She squealed.

I looked on and listened to her conversation on the phone. She was planning the entire wedding with whoever she was on the phone with. In my bewilderment, I even forgot that Derin was on the phone.

“Hello Faraji, hello.” I heard him say.

“Let me call you back.” I said into the phone.

I ended the call, walked up to Lenka and stood in front of her. She looked up, smiled at me and continued talking on the phone. When she noticed I was still staring at her, she removed the phone from her ear and questioned me with her eyes. I replied with my eyes, asking her to end the call so we could talk.

“Hello.” I heard a faint voice from the phone.

Lenka put the phone back on her ear and rose a finger to signal me to wait for her to finish her call. I shook my head and took my phone out of my pocket to check my messages while I waited for her. My phone almost blew up immediately I turned on my data. Congratulatory messages were pouring in on all my social media platforms. People had posted the pictures of Lenka and I and the ring on Instagram. They had even taken it a step further by coming up with various wedding hashtags.

At this point, I walked to Lenka, took the phone from her and ended the call.

“What did you do that for?” She asked in surprise.

I showed her all the notifications on my phone.

“What’s going on?” I asked her.

“I don’t understand.” She answered.

“How come everybody already knows we’re engaged? It’s not even been up to an hour and my phone is already blowing up.”

“I didn’t know it was a bad thing to tell my friends about my engagement.” She sneered.

“That’s not what I said, don’t put words in my mouth.” I retorted.

“That’s what you meant Faraji. I don’t understand why people shouldn’t know about our engagement. Is it bad news?” She asked me.

I realized that I was blowing things out of proportion and I knew it was guilt in me that was making act like that. I wanted to find Lenka guilty of something too so that the weight of my own guilt would be lighter but it wasn’t working. Everyone already knew that I was going to propose to Lenka because I had told them about my plans initially. So once one person gets the news, it would spread to the others faster than a fire. In a bid to quickly cover up my melodrama I said,

“I’m not saying people shouldn’t know about our engagement but don’t you think it’s too early for everyone to be finding out? I can understand family but not your friends who you haven’t spoken to in months tagging me on Instagram to say congratulations.”

“That one isn’t even my fault. I told only Derin, Fayo and Teni. I haven’t even called my mother yet.”

I rolled my eyes. Those her big mouth friends were doing a great job of telling the whole world about it without any care in the world.

I sighed and sank into the chair next to Lenka. She looked at me hard as if she was searching for something. She shook her head and finally opened her mouth to speak and the words I heard almost sent me to my grave.

“You’ve been so inconsistent. I’ve been checking your website every day for weeks now.”

“Why did you say you would post twice if you know you can’t keep up?”

The last comment broke me the most, it literally tore my heart to pieces. The mere thought of letting everyone down pierced my soul and hard as I tried to remedy the situation, I couldn’t.

I’ve had to fight a lot of battles with myself to keep this blog moving at snail speed. Thousands of times, I’ve contemplated deleting the blog and just forgetting about it because hard as I tried to make things better, nothing was working. In fact, it was receding. Views were fewer, comments were dropping and followership wasn’t moving either.

I woke up one morning and felt like I was wasting all my effort, it was like I was pouring water on a stone. I asked and asked what the problem was but nobody could give me any tangible answer. Some people said the blog was dry and they weren’t enjoying it again. Others gave no reason in particular. I started a new series, put in old cast, still nothing.

I didn’t almost give up, I actually gave up on it. I told myself that it was no use making effort to create content since no one was reading not to talk of people who didn’t appreciate it and so the writer’s block crept in. Time and time again I tried my best to put pen to paper but nothing was working. I would write and write and it would all be rubbish.

I struggled with it and tried to keep up on here so it wouldn’t be noticed but I couldn’t and nobody was trying to understand why the content wasn’t flowing instead, they were bashing.

I walked back into my shell for days and didn’t make any human interaction with anybody, well except the people I was seeing daily. I didn’t reply messages, I didn’t post, I didn’t read DMs, nothing. I was just waking up every morning and looking at Instagram with no interest in anything in particular. I was mad at myself for not being able to create and even madder at others for not trying to lend a helping hand.

Last week, I had my epiphany and decided that I was going to keep pushing and moving forward. I remembered that I started creating content, not for anyone, but for myself. I told myself that I was going to create content that I liked and anyone who doesn’t like it can decide not to read it.

Moving forward, I am going to try my best to keep up with the blog as promised but I’d like everyone to understand that I have so many other engagements I need to keep up with on a day to day basis. So if I skip one day, please understand that the circumstance could not be avoided and bear with me.

The struggle is very real and it’s not any better for we writers. Writer’s block is a real thing that happens every now and then. It can be very depressing when you can’t get out of even after countless trials. We feed off the energy we get from our readers and if we are not encouraged, it can get worse. So next time to see a writer receding or struggling to create, you can do either of these two things, encourage or not say anything at all.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

PS: Like I said, I’m just trying to overcome my issues and I know this write up is a total mess. Kindly bear with me. It will definitely get better, I promise.

It was almost 10pm when I got to Faraji’s house. I didn’t bother to drive in because I didn’t plan to stay too long. The gateman was sitting outside so I didn’t to knock for him to open the gate. He excused himself from the small group he was sitting with and came to open the gate for me.

Immediately I entered,I noticed a G Wagon parked in Faraji’s parking space. I wondered who the car could belong to because I was sure it wasn’t for Faraji. He wouldn’t buy such a car without telling me about it first. I wanted to ask to the gateman but I thought against it and decided to ask the Faraji myself.

I walked to the door and noticed it was left ajar. There were voices coming from the living room so I stood at the door and listened for a while. I heard a woman’s voice, who I found out was Farida, Faraji’s older sister. She asked Faraji what was wrong with him and he replied in the negative, saying nothing was wrong with him. I stood still there to listen for a few more minutes so I could make some sense of their conversation.

She told him she didn’t believe him because he had being excited about a proposal that he ended up canceling. Hearing that had me more interested in the conversation. I had just heard that Faraji had canceled our proposal and now that I had the opportunity to find out why, I wasn’t going to give it up just like that.

The next thing Faraji said shocked me to my bone marrow,

“Nothing happened. I just don’t think she’s ready to settle down.” He said.

How could he have said that? Where did he get that idea from? We had talked about settling down together every now and then and I didn’t ever say I wasn’t ready to get married. Or maybe I somehow implied it?

I was so lost in my thoughts and trying to find answers when I heard Faraji’s raised voice,

“Like I said, nothing is wrong and I don’t appreciate all of you badging in here and telling me what to do.” I heard him say. “I’ll propose to Lenka when I’m ready, stop putting pressure on me.” He said sternly.

There were many things I was confused about but I put myself together and walked into the living room. Faraji called my name in surprise but I ignored him and went to greet his mother and sisters. I had met his mother once and she was extremely sweet to me. She had even said she couldn’t wait for Faraji to marry me.

I hugged Farida and Hajara after hugging their mother. Farida said Faraji didn’t say I was going to be there. I laughed and told her that Faraji didn’t ever say anything. We all laughed in unison and his mother said,

“I hope Faraji makes you laugh like this everyday.”

I turned to him and smiled and he smiled back. Next thing, Farida excused herself and took Faraji along with her into the kitchen. I wondered what she had to discuss with him in private. Something told me that it was still about the proposal.

I didn’t see it as a problem before but the way everyone was carrying on about it started to worry me. Thinking about it at that moment, Farida was right. Something must have been really wrong, for Faraji to cancel a proposal he had planned just like that. I was very concerned but I tried hard to hide it from his mother and sister. I made small talk with them and asked his mother how Abuja was. She started talking and complaining about all the things that were wrong there. I didn’t hear a word of what she said because all my concentration was in that kitchen.

I glanced at the door every other minute till Faraji and Farida strolled out. Faraji went upstairs while Farida came to join us in the living room. Her mother asked her if there was any problem but she said there was no problem.

Faraji soon came downstairs and also joined us. His mother asked him if everything was fine and he told her all was well. All of a sudden, Farida started coughing. She shouted for water and I ran into the kitchen to get her a glass of water. I rushed out of the kitchen back into the living room only to fine Faraji on one knee facing me. I had never being more surprised in my whole life. Just a few minutes ago, he was not ready to engage me and all of a sudden, he was kneeling in front of me, with a ring box outstretched to me. What could have made him change his mind?

I looked at his mother and sisters and everyone else was surprised except Farida. Farida walked up to me and took the glass from my hand.

“Lenka, you’re a blessing to me and I love you, with every part of my being. I love you beyond measure and I want to give my all to you. I no longer want to be your boyfriend anymore. I want to be your protector, your friend, your provider because you’re perfect for me and even a lifetime with you will never be enough.” He said.

I was blushing from ear to ear, I didn’t care if he had previously canceled a proposal, this was perfect for me.

“I love how you love me and because our love is perfect, I want to ask you for something that I don’t think I deserve.” He paused. “Lenka Lavender, will you marry me?”

Tears were flowing down my eyes already and I couldn’t speak. I just nodded my head over and over again as Faraji took the ring out of the box. I stretched my left hand forward and taking it in his hand, he wore the Harry Winston ring on my finger. It was a cushion-cut 18 carat yellow diamond ring and it was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen.

Faraji got up, kissed and hugged me. I went to his mother and hugged her and also hugged his sisters. They all admired the ring and agreed that it was indeed very pretty. Faraji and I sat down and held hands as his mother spoke to him,

“But Fa’a, I don’t understand. Just a few minutes ago you were telling us you were not ready to engage Lenka yet so how did this happen?” She asked him.

I too wanted an answer to that question.

Faraji let out a small laugh and said,

“It was a prank mum, Farida and I planned it. I had told everyone that I was going to propose to Lenka yesterday. Something told me she would have already heard about my plan from her friend so I spoke to Farida about it. Farida came up with the grand idea of canceling yesterday’s proposal.”

“So both of you tricked all us ehn?” His mother sounded a little offended.

“Well, you wouldn’t have been roped in if you didn’t come into town today. So when you showed up at my house this morning asking questions, we had to quickly do something about it.” Farida explained.

The whole thing made a little sense to me now. Faraji had thought Derin told me about the proposal and that was why he canceled it and rescheduled.

“But wait Farida, Faraji didn’t plan to propose to Lenka today because he was clearly surprised that Lenka showed up. So can you people explain this part?” Hajara asked.

“Well I planned to propose to her this weekend. But when she showed up, Farida suggested that I do it today since everyone was around. That’s what we went into the kitchen to plan.” Faraji explained again.

I was relieved because I now understood everything. Faraji had planned everything out so perfectly. Everyone was busy trying to find out why he had canceled the first proposal not knowing it was all part of the plan to keep us from finding out about the second and real proposal.

Hajara came to my side and taking my hand in hers, she took a picture of the ring. She also took a picture of both of us and legit turned it to a photo session. Her mother had to shout at her before she stopped snapping. The rest of us laughed and I asked her to send Faraji and I the pictures.

“Sent. So, any hashtags yet?” She asked as she pressed her phone.

“Hajara, they just got engaged. Chill now.” Farida said.

“I can’t, I’m too excited. There’s finally going to be another wedding in our house. Salma and Nafisa would be over the moon, even daddy too and all our cousins, aunties, uncles, friends, everyone.”

“Let’s go home, I’m exhausted and I have that meeting I told you about tomorrow.”

“Yes mummy. It’s really late and I’m tired too.” Farida yawned.

Their mother stood up and the rest of us stood up too. We all walked out of the house and Farida, their mother and Hajara got into the car. Farida started the car and brought down the glasses.

“Thank you for coming and for showing concern.” Faraji said to them.

“Thank you mummy. Can I call you that, mummy?” I said to Faraji’s mother.

“Yes my dear, my son’s wife is my daughter.” She smiled at me and stretched her hand to me. I took it and she squeezed mine.

“Thank you Farida, for all you help.” I said. “And thank you Hajara for the pictures.” I laughed.

I disengaged from their mother and held Faraji’s hand. We both waved at them as the car drove out of the compound. We walked back into the house and I admired my ring again.

“You like it?” Faraji asked me.

“Yes bebe. I love it, it’s beautiful.” I smiled.

He reached out for my hand and took the ring off my finger. I looked at him in confusion and asked him why he took it off. He gave me the ring and told me to look at the inner corners of the ring. I looked inside and saw the letters ‘LD’. It clicked in my head immediately, Lenka Danjuma.

I screamed and jumped on him. He held me on my waist and kissed me lightly on my lips. His phone rang and he reached for it in his pocket. He looked at his phone screen and his face changed immediately.

“Babe, I need to take this call.” He said.

He moved me to the side and got up. I watched him walk away and then I remembered, it was time to do what I had been waiting to do for a long time.

]]>http://theculturefit.com/2018/12/18/the-magic-of-bliss-and-bluesy-s1e9/feed/13662The Magic Of Bliss And Bluesy- S1E8http://theculturefit.com/2018/12/14/the-magic-of-bliss-and-bluesy-s1e8/
http://theculturefit.com/2018/12/14/the-magic-of-bliss-and-bluesy-s1e8/#commentsFri, 14 Dec 2018 11:14:06 +0000http://theculturefit.com/?p=655“Nothing is more important than reconnecting with your bliss. Nothing is as rich. Nothing is more real.”

I drove into my compound to find a strange car parked in my parking space. It was a black G Wagon with tinted glasses. Immediately I came down from my car, I called the gateman to ask him who he had let into my compound.

“Na your sister oga.” He said.

“My sister? None of my sisters drive a G Wagon.” I was puzzled.

“Oga the person say na your sister she be.” He tried to convince me.

“Are you ok? So somebody came to my gate and claimed to be my sister and you just let her in? Shin mahaukaci ne?” I was mad.

“But she don come here before oga, na your sister, I swear.” He put his finger on his tongue and lifted it up in a bid to swear.

I ignored him and went to the car and knocked on the driver’s window. The glass didn’t come down after the first knock. I knocked again, harder this time, like I was going to break it down. The glass slowly came down and I came face to face with the driver. It was my elder sister, Farida. I should have figured it was her because she was my only sister who could be driving a G wagon round Lagos. Her husband was from a wealthy family and was always buying new cars and properties so the G Wagon was definitely his.

Farida was my favorite sibling because she was just like me. She was the only other person who didn’t like my mother’s interference so I found it easy to talk to her because I was sure my mother wouldn’t call me to ask me about something I didn’t want her to hear about.

I had told Farida about the proposal plan but I had not come around to telling her that it didn’t finally happen because I didn’t know how I was going to explain it to her. I knew she wouldn’t buy my cold feet story because she would know that I was lying. I never get cold feet about anything because I always think about everything over and over again before doing them.

“You want to break my glass shey?” She asked me.

“Yaya kake? What are you doing here at this time?” I enquired.

“Ba zan iya ziyarci dan uwana ba?” She had a sweet smile on my face.

“That’s not what I’m saying now. It’s just that it’s really late for you to be out. Me game da mijinki? Won’t he be worried?”

“Ahmed is in Abuja so, ba wahala.” She was still smiling.

I smiled back at her and asked her to come into the house but she refused, saying that she wasn’t going to stay long so there was no need to go inside. I knew the next question that was going to follow was about the proposal. I wanted to start planning the lie I was going to tell her before she caught me off guard but I didn’t have time to think as she asked me almost immediately. I told her that I was going to, but then I realized that Lenka deserved a bigger and better proposal so I decided to retreat and make better plans.

“But that’s not what you told me Fa’a.” I heard a voice I was sure belonged to my mother.

I looked back and saw my mother gracefully seated in the backseat of Farida’s car. Hajara was beside her and was trying hard to prevent herself from laughing. I was shocked to my bone marrow as I didn’t expect to see my mother there.

“When did you come into Lagos?” I questioned her.

She ignored me, opened the door and got out of the car. Farida gestured at me to move back so she could open her door. I moved back and she came out of the car almost at the same time with Hajara. They walked to my front door without saying a word to me and waited for me to come and open it.

I didn’t move an inch because I was too shocked to. What kind of conspiracy was this for the love of God? How did it even happen? Because I was sure Farida didn’t call my mother to gossip, she never does that. Even if she did talk to our mother, was that enough reason for her to fly from Abuja?

I was trying to wrap my head around the whole situation when my mother screamed my name. She asked if I was going to keep standing there without letting her into the house. I ran quickly to the door, opened it, ushered them in then led the way to the living room. My mother had never being in my house so she looked around carefully and nodded her head in admiration. She turned to Farida and asked her if she was the one who helped me with the decor in the house.

“No o, did you forget he has a girlfriend?” Farida answered.

“Ohh yes, a girlfriend that he refused to engage.” My mother said sarcastically.

“That’s not what Fa’a said, he said he didn’t propose because he wants to plan a bigger proposal,” Farida said and looked at me, “right Fa’a?”

I didn’t know what answer to give. They seemed to be ganging up against me and I couldn’t defend myself from their attack. I managed to nod my head in affirmation of what Farida said.

“What do I offer you?” I asked them.

“Oh sit down Fa’a.” My mother instructed. “You think we came all the way to your house for food and drinks?”

I obeyed and sat down like a dog obeying his master’s orders.

“Listen Faraji, I, I mean we know that you’re lying to us about this…” Farida was saying before I interrupted her.

“I’m not lying.” I said vehemently.

They looked at themselves in surprise and after a few seconds of staring at me, my mother finally spoke up.

“If you say you’re not lying, then let’s work on planning the bigger proposal you said you wanted to have.” My mother said.

“I agree mummy.” Farida concurred. “So what do you have in mind?” She asked me.

“I haven’t come up with anything yet.” I answered.

“Then you’re not serious.” My mother said angrily.

I didn’t understand why they were so concerned about my proposal to Lenka. Other people quietly propose to their girlfriends before informing their families but my own family was here, insisting on a proposal that I wasn’t even sure I wanted to happen.

I knew something was definitely wrong with me, madness had definitely taken over my brain. How could I be rethinking a proposal to Lenka, a woman I had been dating for years because I met Wangi, an ex, who now a married woman? What kind of man was I?

“What’s wrong Fa’a? “ Farida asked me with deep rooted concern.

“Nothing is wrong Farida.” I said.

“That’s not true Faraji. You were so excited about this proposal when we talked about it. How can you suddenly now say you decided against it? Something must have happened and you don’t want to tell us.”

“Nothing happened. I just don’t think she’s ready to settle down.” I said.

“You’re now blaming it on the poor girl?” My mother joined in. “You will never cease to amaze me.” She said.

I was tired of them talking me down about the whole thing. It was life not theirs, I was the one who was going to live with Lenka for the rest of my life and I needed to be convinced that I wanted to do it.

“Like I said, nothing is wrong and I don’t appreciate all of you badging in here and telling me what to do.” I said to all of them. “I’ll propose to Lenka when I’m ready, stop putting pressure on me.” I said sternly.

There was an awkward silence in the room and for a moment, I feared that my mother or Farida would slap me silly. Next thing I knew, my mother started laughing and as she was laughing, Lenka emerged from the entrance of the house.

“Lenka!” I was shocked.

She ignored me and went to hug my laughing mother and my sisters. They all exchanged pleasantries and talked like I wasn’t even there. They must have all thought I was a joke to them and I was right. They continued talking in low tones till they burst i to laughter and my mother said to Lenka in her loudest voice,

“I hope Faraji makes you laugh like this everyday.”

Lenka looked at me and gave me a sweet smile and I smiled back at her sheepishly. I wasn’t sure if Lenka had heard the whole conversation between us and I hoped she hadn’t because it wasn’t going to be funny.

Farida excused herself and dragged me with her into the kitchen. She looked out to make sure nobody was giving us attention before she shut the door.

I told her how displeased I was that she had spoken to our mother about the whole thing that I told her in confidence. She defended herself and told me that she hadn’t told my mother anything. Apparently, my mother had come into Lagos that morning and was discussing with Farida when my matter came up. My mother told Farida that I didn’t propose to Lenka and Farida was surprised because I didn’t tell her anything about it. My mother gave her my reasons and of course she didn’t believe the story because she knew me too well so they decided to pay me a surprise visit and hear what I had to say.

“Look Fa’a, I know that something must have happened and that’s why you didn’t propose to her. You know you can talk to me shey? So tell me what happened.”

I couldn’t afford to tell her what had happened because she wouldn’t understand, only a fellow man would. So I reassured her that nothing was wrong. Of course she didn’t believe and when she saw that I wasn’t changing my story, she asked me to do something, something I was almost sure I couldn’t do.

]]>http://theculturefit.com/2018/12/14/the-magic-of-bliss-and-bluesy-s1e8/feed/18655The Magic Of Bliss And Bluesy- S1E7http://theculturefit.com/2018/12/11/the-magic-of-bliss-and-bluesy-s1e7/
http://theculturefit.com/2018/12/11/the-magic-of-bliss-and-bluesy-s1e7/#commentsTue, 11 Dec 2018 16:00:16 +0000http://theculturefit.com/?p=649The girls and I had settled in and were making our orders when Derin shouted Faraji’s name. I was wondering why she was calling his name till I turned around and saw him walking towards our table. I was extremely surprised because he didn’t say he was going to be here tonight. What am I even saying? We hadn’t talked the entire day so how could he have told me?

After he greeted me and my friends, he told us that he was there waiting for Derin and he was going to go to find Derin at his office. I asked him to have a drink with us but Fayo immediately disagreed with me, asking me whether I saw any other men with us. Then an argument started and before I knew it, Faraji kissed me and disappeared, before I even had the chance to say a word.

“Stop this argument abeg. The guy has already gone.” Teni said.

“Is it not Fayo’s fault?” I blurted out.

“Abeg abeg abeg, I just helped him say what he was finding hard to say. It was obvious Faraji didn’t want to sit with us. Didn’t you notice he was in a hurry to get away from us?”

“Well he did say he was going to see his friend in the office.” Teni pointed out.

“I don’t think that’s where he was going to.” Derin finally joined in.

“How do you mean?” Fayo asked her.

“Derin didn’t tell me he was hanging out with Fa’a this evening.”

“So because Derin didn’t tell you now that means my boyfriend is lying?” I was a little offended.

“That’s not what I am saying o. All I am saying is that, I told Derin we were coming here. So if he was coming here too, he would have mentioned, but he didn’t. He said he was heading home immediately after work.” Derin explained.

“Ehen, maybe he forgot about meeting up with Fa’a na.” Teni said.

“I highly doubt it. Fa’a has been acting strangely since that day he didn’t propo…” Derin was saying before she quickly covered her mouth with her hands.

I dropped the glass I was drinking from slowly and asked her what she was trying to say but she didn’t say a word.

Derin kept insisting that it was nothing and I was going to let it go but Fayo wasn’t having it. She said she was almost sure Derin was hiding something serious with the way she had covered her mouth, like she had slipped out a secret that shouldn’t have been said.

“Derin, what are you hiding from us?” Fayo probed on.

When Derin saw that Fayo wasn’t going to let her off the hook like that, she spilled the beans and I was more than horrified.

“Faraji was going to propose to Lenka yesterday, but it didn’t happen and I wonder why.” She said.

“Ahhh! And Teni said it o.” Fayo exclaimed.

“You see, I knew it! He couldn’t have made her dress up like that for nothing.” Teni said.

I kept mute and looked at all of them one by one. They looked back at me obviously knowing the question that was on my mind. Why didn’t Faraji propose? What could have made him change his mind?

“So why didn’t Faraji end up proposing?” Fayo asked Derin.

“How am I supposed to know?” Derin answered.

“What do you mean ‘how am I supposed to know?’ Doesn’t Derin tell you everything?” I shouted at her.

I was very mad about the whole thing because I didn’t understand why Faraji would have done such a thing. There had to be an explanation for this nonsense.

“Calm down babe. You need to take this thing easy.” Teni held my shoulder.

“Leave her abeg. Take what easy? If your boyfriend planned your proposal and all of a sudden changed his mind will you take it easy?” Fayo said to Teni.

“Derin hasn’t told me the reason and I’m not even sure he knows, not yet at least.”

“See me I don’t think we should push it o. For all we know, Faraji might have gotten cold feet and decided not to propose again. Blowing this thing out of proportion will only put pressure on him.” Teni suggested to us.

She turned to me and with a hand on my shoulder again, she reminded me that Faraji loved me and there was no reason not to trust him. Fayo vehemently disagreed with her saying that if Faraji loved me, he wouldn’t have lied about him coming to Sao Cafe that night. Teni defended Faraji like she was his voltron.

“So because Derin’s boyfriend didn’t tell her that he was hanging out with Fa’a, that means Fa’a was lying abi? Na wa o! You need to stop putting ideas in Lenka’s head.” She said to Fayo.

“My problem with both of you is that you’re too trusting. This is a matter we should be looking into properly and you’re saying I’m putting ideas in her head. Sorry o.” Fayo sipped from her glass.

“It’s ok guys, let’s just drop it.” I finally said after listening to all the arguments.

Teni was right. Faraji was my man and there was no reason to doubt him just because he didn’t go through with a proposal. I mean I was sad that it didn’t come through but there was no cause for alarm yet. I knew it was definitely bound to come sooner or later so I decided I was going to let the matter rest.

We continued our drinks but my mind was no longer there. Soon enough, Teni stood up and said she had to go because her boyfriend was waiting for her.

“Boyfriend that we have not seen.” I commented as she stood up.

“You’ll see him one day boo.” She smiled as she left walked away.

“Fayo, who’s this Teni’s boyfriend? Because you know who he is and for you not to have said anything about him that means…” I said to Fayo.

“Wait wetin you dey talk? That I have basket mouth?” Fayo seemed offended.

“That’s not what she said joor. You know she was just teasing.” Derin defended me.

I was tired too and I knew it was time to call it a night. I decided not to go to my house that night. I wanted to be close to Fa’a now, to reassure myself that all was well with our relationship and to make sure he wasn’t having second thoughts about us. So I drove down to his house and what I saw when I got didn’t sit well with me at all.

]]>http://theculturefit.com/2018/12/11/the-magic-of-bliss-and-bluesy-s1e7/feed/30649The Magic Of Bliss And Bluesy- S1E6http://theculturefit.com/2018/11/30/the-magic-of-bliss-and-bluesy-s1e6/
http://theculturefit.com/2018/11/30/the-magic-of-bliss-and-bluesy-s1e6/#commentsFri, 30 Nov 2018 11:05:31 +0000http://theculturefit.com/?p=644“Nothing is more important than reconnecting with your bliss. Nothing is as rich. Nothing is more real.”I was still recovering from the news of Wangi’s marriage when she excused herself and went outside to make a phone call. I was glad that she was giving me a little space because I was still trying to recover from the lie I had told. I told Wangi that there was nothing serious going on between I and a woman I had almost proposed to a day before.
The entire situation was getting messier by the second and I wasn’t even making it better. Why was I trying to look like a single man before a woman I had no chance with? A woman with a husband at home and maybe children, who knows. I knew I was offending Lenka with my actions and my better judgement was telling me to abort contact with Wangi but I waved it off and sat there like a fool, waiting for her to return.

Ten minutes later, my phone rang and it was Wangi, telling me to meet her outside the restaurant. I asked her if there was any problem and she said she was ready to go home. So I called the waiter, paid for our drinks and stood up to leave the place.

My eyes met with Derin on my way out and my heart immediately skipped a beat. She was with three other women and of course Lenka was one of them. What was I going to say I was doing there for Christ’s sake? Trust Derin not to stay quiet, she called my name loudly and pointed me out to the rest of her friends. I walked to their table and exchanged pleasantries with them as Lenka stood up to kiss my lying lips.

“Bebe,” she broke out of my hold. “what are you doing here?”

“Derin and I were supposed to meet up here.” I lied.

“But I spoke to Derin like 30 minutes ago, he’s still in the office and he didn’t say he was meeting up with you.” Derin, the pokenoser said.

“You know how your boyfriend can be sometimes, I’m sure he forgot. In fact, I’m heading to his office now to quarrel with him.” My tale of lies were inexhaustible.

“But bebe, won’t you sit and have a drink with us for a bit?” Lenka asked much to my dismay.

I was about to decline when Fayo, one of the other ladies there spoke up. I didn’t really like her because the few times I had seen and heard of her, she was always talking, just like Derin. But what she said made me reconsider my unlikeness for her. For once, she was using her loud mouth for good.

“Let him go to where he was going abeg, what do you want him to be saying if he sits with us?” She said to Lenka.

“But I…” Lenka started to say.

“But nothing madam. Did any of us bring man here? Abi you think it’s only you that has boyfriend?” Fayo interrupted.

The other friend, the hottest of them all spoke up in Lenka’s defense. She was the calmest amongst of of them and was always their voice of reason, at least, according to Lenka and she was super hot and beautiful, the kind of girl you would want to take all your money away.

“Haba Fayo, it’s not like she planned it now. It was a coincidence.” She defended.

Then Derin put mouth and they started a baseless argument, forgetting that I was still standing there. I quickly tapped Lenka, stole a kiss and escaped before she had the chance to say a word to me.

Once out the door, my heart that was in my mouth went back to my chest. I felt a sense of relief knowing that I was able to convince them with a believable story. I quickly called Derin and begged him to corroborate my story because I knew for sure that Derin was going to give him the gist during their pillow talk.

“See guy, I warned you not to meet up with that woman and you refused. Now see, you’re getting all of us in trouble.” Derin lamented.

“Please just do this one for me, it won’t happen again, I promise.” I pleaded.

After going back and forth, lamenting about the entire thing and being his usual dramatic self, he finally agreed to go along with the story. I thanked him profusely and he proceeded to warn me again, telling me to abort my mission while I still could. I told him I had heard him and that I would try to do something about it.

“This is not a try situation Faraji. You need to lose that girl’s number. Trouble is looming and it would be almost impossible to get out of it when it starts.” He warned.

“You better. Because if wahala starts and anybody asks, I’ll tell them I warned you o, you better listen now.”

“Derin don’t forget to go along with my story when your woman asks.” I reminded him.

“Your lie you mean?” He mocked. “Do I have a choice? Bye bye abeg.” He ended the call before I had the chance to say another word.

I looked back inside through the glass door to make sure I wasn’t being watched by Lenka and her friends. When I saw that they were engrossed in the discussion they were having, I proceeded to look for Wangi in the environs of the cafe. I finally found her in an embrace with a woman. She saw me coming and signaled me not to come closer. She broke off from the hug and watched the woman leave before walking up to me.

“Sorry, that was my sister-in-law.” She said.

“Oh, I see.” I nodded my head.

“What kept you?” She asked me.

“Oh, erm, I saw a few of my colleagues from work so I stopped to talk to them.”

She grunted and told me that she was ready to go home and she had been trying to reach her driver but he wasn’t picking up. As a mumu that I am, I offered to take her back to her house. She told me not to worry that ahe would call a cab but I insisted saying I was responsible for her since I was the one who made her come out of her house that night.

“I’m going to Ikoyi too so it’s not a problem.”

“Ok then, thank you very much.” She said.

“It’s not a problem, really.” I said as I led her to the car.

The ride to her house was quiet, except for the music playing on the radio. I got there in about twenty minutes because there was surprisingly no traffic. Immediately after we passed the link bridge, I asked her what street her house was on.

“Parkview.” She said.

Her husband was definitely a millionaire to have a house in Parkview. I lived in Ikoyi too but I wasn’t rich enough to afford a house in Parkview yet. In fact sef, young single men in Lagos didn’t live in Parkview, well maybe the ones that are doing yahoo yahoo. Parkview is for old money people, people who have hustled for years and are finally enjoying themselves.

We got to Parkview and she directed me to her street. Her house was at the end of the road and it was extremely lonely on the road. The house was big, let’s call it a mansion. I looked through the window and admired the house.

“Your house is beautiful.” I said.

“Thank you.” She smiled at me.

An awkward silence followed before she went ahead to thank me for the ride. I told her it was not a problem and even told her good night so that she would come down quickly before somebody had the chance to see us together. Instead of her to go, she leaned forward and kissed me. And in my foolishness, I didn’t refuse. I stayed there, exchanging saliva with and groping another man’s wife but unbeknownst to me, wahala was waiting patiently for me in my house.

]]>http://theculturefit.com/2018/11/30/the-magic-of-bliss-and-bluesy-s1e6/feed/38644The Magic Of Bliss And Bluesy- S1E5http://theculturefit.com/2018/11/27/the-magic-of-bliss-and-bluesy-s1e5/
http://theculturefit.com/2018/11/27/the-magic-of-bliss-and-bluesy-s1e5/#commentsTue, 27 Nov 2018 13:10:45 +0000http://theculturefit.com/?p=634“Where there is love, there there is madness.”

“I’m married.” I said to Fa’a.

I watched his face fall in disappointment. I knew he was hoping to hear me say I was still single. I could have easily told him that I was still single because I mean, how would he have known I was married?
But with the fire I saw in his eyes yesterday and today as he looked at me, I knew that telling him I was married wouldn’t make a difference. I knew him like the back of my hand, once he wanted something, not even God coming down to tell him it was bad for him would stop him and since I knew he still wanted me, I decided to just tell him the truth.

“How come nobody heard?” He asked me.

“It was a small wedding, just registry.” I told him.

He stared hard at me and proceeded to sip from his glass. If not for the music playing in the background, a pin drop could have been heard. The silence was awkward so I decided to break it.

“You? Are you married now?” I asked him.

“No, I’m not.” He answered.

“Dating?” I asked even though I already knew the answer.

“Yes, but nothing serious.” He answered.

I nodded my head even though I knew he was lying. Like I said, I know Faraji too well and could tell when he was lying or when he was saying the truth. The way he was with the girl from yesterday looked like they were in a very serious relationship. I watched him from the moment they walked in till they finally saw me. They were all smiles, holding hands and even kissing every minute and as far as I knew, that was definitely not a casual relationship.

As we were talking, someone caught my eye, I stared harder in a bid to recognize who the person was. Then I remembered, it was the same woman who had been with Faraji the night before. She was settling at a table with three other women. They were giggling and chatting like they would during a typical girls night out.

When I realized that it was Faraji’s woman, I knew I had to keep her and even her friends from seeing him with me. I couldn’t tell Faraji because I knew he would panic and that could cause plenty wahala for everybody so I thought about what to d quickly. I had to find a way to get Fa’a out of there quickly without them seeing him. So I took my phone and texted my best friend, asking her to call me immediately.

Trust Onome not to slack, my phone rang immediately. I picked the phone, stood up, excused myself and went out of the cafe.

“Hello.” I said into the phone.

“Hey, what’s up?” Onome answered.

“Nothing really. Remember I told you I was going out with my ex?”

“Faraji?” She asked.

“Yes, Faraji.”

“Ehen, so what now happened?”

“His girlfriend just walked in here with her friends.”

“Okay?” She was waiting for me to continue the gist.

“Okay what?” I raised my voice.

“I’m waiting for you to finish now. You saw his girlfriend and her friends, what now happened next?”

The rate of this girl’s slowness annoyed me at times like this. Did she need a soothsayer to tell her that it was dangerous for Faraji’s woman to see me with him? Abi did she forget that I was a married woman also?

I calmly explained to her the problem that could ensue for Faraji and I if we were caught together.

“Abeg, who’s going to tell your husband anything?” Onome hissed.

“And Faraji’s girlfriend?” I asked her.

“That one is very inconsequential. You people can tell her you’re old friends or something now.”

“I would have thought you would understand, seeing as something like that had happened to you before.” I said to her.

“That was a different case and you know it.” I could sense anger in her voice.

“Of course it was different now. Seeing as you were the one who orchestrated your own problem.” I laughed.

I laughed loudly and she threatened to end the call and leave me to sort out my dilemma on my own.

“Ahan, oya sorry now.” I pleaded whilst still giggling.

“You’re not ready, bye bye.” She ended the call before I could utter a word.

Onome Aburu was not one to take jesting lightly. She never liked being the butt of the joke for as long as I had known her. This subject was especially touchy for her because she had fallen in love with somebody’s husband and she didn’t take it lightly when he started seeing another woman, her enemy at that. So my dear friend went ahead to confront the man and threatened to report him to his wife. This man, who was also her boss vexed, broke up with her, took back the car he bought her and eventually fired her. The worst thing was that he now gave her arch-enemy her job, she legit wanted to die when she heard the news. The only good thing she got out was a good settlement that she used to start a small business. Onome didn’t even see it as a good thing sef, she still felt defeated and wanted to take revenge.

“That Teni, I’ll finish her in this Lagos. She, her friends and family members will leave this Lagos for me, just watch me.” She said one day.

Then she went on and on about how her boss was the best man on earth and how much she loved him.

“Onome, he already has a wife o. Even if you wipe Teni and her whole family out, his wife will still be there. So you better stop this stupid obsession and find your own man.” I had advised.

I called Faraji’s phone and told him to meet me outside the cafe, hoping that he would successfully pass his girlfriend without her noticing him. He asked me if there was any problem and why I wanted him to come out when we had not even finished our drinks. I told him that it was already late and I needed to get back home. He told me he would come out in a bit after settling the bills.

I walked towards one of the cars parked in front of the cafe and rested on it, waiting for Faraji.